PC Luke Taylor's accident
Posted: 20 May 2025, 09:52
Hi, everyone. This story serves as a prequel to "Graduate Carl's Nightmare Induction" by Lee.
It features characters and settings from the original, so I recommend reading that story first for full context:viewtopic.php?t=564
This prequel was written with Lee's permission and inspired by an idea he generously shared with me.
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Irene couldn’t help remembering the day when that young policeman came over to their company and asked if he could use the toilet and Norman had to search for the keys first.
She’d almost forgotten about that incident, it had occurred about a year ago but now the memories came back vividly, running inside her mind like a recorded film…
Luke’s POV:
23-year-old Luke Taylor had been a police constable for almost a year now.
He liked his work and never regretted becoming a police officer so far.
Of course work wasn’t always easy, in fact it could get quite demanding. But never could he have imagined what this Friday would bring.
He didn't know it was going to be one of the toughest days he’d ever had in his job.
It was about nine o’clock in the morning when Luke rose from his seat, placing his empty cup down on the table in front of him.
He’d used the morning break to eat a sandwich and drink two cups of coffee.
Since it was another hour until he would need to go out on patrol with a colleague, he didn’t worry about drinking that much coffee.
He knew that he would be fine, having a whole hour left to get the liquid through his system.
He’d downed his first cup of coffee about half an hour ago while he was completing some paper work, though, and he could feel some pressure on his bladder already.
For the following hour he planned to complete the rest of his paperwork but he would need a toilet break first, he decided.
Just when he had walked halfway through the office, the door opened and his superior, Sergeant Blake entered.
Blake was a man in his forties with already slightly greyish hair, glasses and a stern facial expression.
Blake could be stern and hard on new officers but in general he was quite fair.
“Good morning, sir”, Luke said respectfully.
“Morning, Taylor”, Blake grumbled.
He didn’t seem to be in a particularly good mood that day.
“I’ve just received a call from a nearby company. They keep getting intruded by a bunch of young blokes. I said I’ll send someone to have a look at what’s happening. You’ll go and see what’s that about”, Blake explained.
Luke nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Then get going.”
“I will, I just need to go to the toilet first”, Luke said and felt himself inwardly cringe while saying that.
Blake raised an eyebrow. “I told them you’ll come immediately. You’ve got no time to spare”, he said.
“I know, sir. I’ll hurry.”
“No, you’re not going to waste time having a toilet break. Just get on your way. I’ll pick you up in about two hours.”
“But, sir, I really have to go to the toilet first”, Luke tried to protest.
“Nonsense, when you’re out on patrol for several hours, there’s not always an opportunity to use the toilet. You managed this fine for a year now. I’m sure you’re going to manage it fine today as well. Besides, you can just ask to use their toilet but see how you can help them first. And now get on your way. I don’t want to repeat myself another time.”
Blake’s voice had almost turned into a growl and Luke knew it was better not to upset his superior.
So he hastily grabbed his jacket and left the office.
For a second he pondered if he could quickly nip to the loo, he really needed to, but then decided against it.
He knew Blake was going to know if there was any delay in carrying out his orders and it was never a good idea to provoke the sergeant.
“This is stupid”, he mumbled under his breath, while he walked toward the exit of the police station.
He felt his bladder pressing even more urgently now and couldn’t quite believe he was really going out on duty without having relieved himself first.
The company was only a fifteen minutes walk away but when Luke finally arrived there he felt as if his bladder was about to burst.
He would need to use the company’s toilet although he didn’t like the idea of asking right away but he knew he had no choice.
While entering the building and climbing up some stairs, he even hated himself for not just using the toilet back at the station.
What could Blake have done?
Nothing more than reprimanding him, nothing too serious.
He should just have stood his ground, making his urgent need clearer and then attending to it.
With a quiet sigh, Luke pushed the door in front of him open and found himself in the reception area of the company.
There were some pots with various plants, a blue carpeted floor, some chairs in a corner together with a water dispenser.
And a reception desk right in front of him that was unoccupied which would mean he had to wait for the receptionist to return.
Great, he thought while he nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot.
While waiting, Luke craned his neck, looking around for any sign of a toilet nearby but he couldn’t spot anything.
“Good morning, how can I help you?”
Luke flinched, he hadn’t noticed the young woman who had stepped behind the reception desk.
“Good morning. You called the police?”, he said.
The woman looked at him questioningly.
“I didn’t. Can I see your ID first of all?”
“Oh, yes, sorry.” He handed it to her and she studied it for a moment before returning it.
“Alright. But I definitely didn’t call the police. Let me ring the main office, maybe someone knows what this is all about.”
While she was busy speaking on the phone, Luke started to get a bit fidgety.
The pressure in his lower abdomen had increased and he felt that only movement could keep it at bay.
Of course he didn’t want to wriggle around too much, he didn’t want anyone to know how desperate he was.
But as soon as the woman would end her phone call, he would ask for the toilet, that was certain.
Eventually, the woman put the phone away.
“I’m sorry but our company didn’t call for the police, definitely not”, she informed him.
Puzzled, Luke lifted his right leg a bit from the ground before shuffling from foot to foot once again.
“But my sergeant sent me here. This is the right address, I’m sure”, he said.
Suddenly, the woman’s facial expression changed.
“Oh”, she said. “There’s another company in this building. Maybe you just entered the wrong door. You just have to go downstairs, there’s their entrance door.”
Luke nodded, almost unable to understand her explanation.
His bladder screamed for relief and he knew he only had one chance.
“Uh, sorry, any chance I could use your loo?”, he asked, not being able to stand still while voicing his request.
The woman smiled. “Well, technically you could of course. But I can imagine they’re already waiting for you downstairs. How about you go there and use their toilet? I’m sure they’ll let you”, she said.
“Right, thank you nevertheless”, Luke said and hastily left the company, bolting down the stairs.
Just when the woman had spoken her last sentence, he’d leaked some drops of urine, he was certain of that.
Heaven, he really needed to find a toilet now!
Luke almost bolted through the door into the right company, luckily their reception was occupied.
Luke introduced himself, showed his ID again and then added: “Sorry that I didn’t come here sooner. I entered the wrong company at first.”
The blond woman behind the reception desk smiled.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the first one who did that. I’ll call for someone to fetch you.”
Just then, his sphincter gave out for a second and Luke felt a warm dribble of pee escaping his bladder.
Horrified, he bent his knees a bit, bobbing slightly on the spot.
He wanted to give himself a squeeze but there was no way he would embarrass himself like that while being in uniform.
“Maureen will come in a second”, the woman informed him.
Luke didn’t know who Maureen was and he didn’t care to know at the moment.
“Sorry, could I use…”, he began but was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
The woman took the call, although she cast Luke an apologetic glance because she couldn’t listen to what he wanted to say.
‘Oh, damn’, he thought. ‘I really need to go to the toilet now or I won’t be able to make it.’
Just then, another woman with short black hair came towards him.
“Good morning, I’m Maureen Jennings”, she said.
“Police Constable Luke Taylor”, Luke answered, feeling how moist the skin under his armpits was.
The urgency of his predicament made his body react in a way only heat or stress could cause under normal circumstances.
“Irene, she’s our manager, called the police. But unfortunately, she’s in an urgent meeting at the moment. I’m sure she will be out soon, just come through to the main office, you can wait there.”
Actually, Luke had wanted to take another try in asking to use the toilet but now he just followed her through the corridor, wondering why he didn’t just ask.
He looked around to see if they were passing the toilets by any chance but couldn’t spot the desired door.
Maureen led him into a small, bright office with a conference table.
“That’s our small meeting room. We’ve got a bigger one, that’s the one where Irene has her meeting at the moment. Fancy a cup of coffee, constable?”
“Err…”
This question put Luke into a bit of a dilemma.
He didn’t want a cup of coffee, he already regretted the two he’d had earlier, more coffee was the last thing he needed at the moment.
But refusing it seemed impolite to him, she even made an effort to offer him a beverage, surely he couldn’t just say no?
Pulling himself together, he smiled politely and said: “Yes, please, that would be kind of you.”
“Alright, I’ll be back in a moment. Just have a seat anywhere. Irene will show up in a few minutes, surely.”
With that, Maureen left him alone and Luke quickly used the chance to sit down and press his legs shut.
He couldn’t sit still, though.
Instead, he kept shifting, rocking back and forth, sliding on the edge of the chair several times because somehow he thought it made it easier to hold back the vast amount of urine.
Maureen had said that this mysterious Irene would come in a few minutes.
So Luke figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to ask to go to the toilet now.
What if she came back when he was still absent?
‘That would seem too unprofessional’, he thought but the next thought that followed on the spot was: ‘But I can barely hold it, I certainly don’t want to wet myself sitting in here!’
Maureen came back and handed him a steaming cup of coffee.
Luke thanked her and took a sip of the hot liquid, all too aware of his full to the brim bladder demanding release and his rational thinking warning him of drinking something right now.
“I’m sure Irene will be here shortly”, Maureen said and smiled encouragingly.
‘How often is she going to repeat that?’, Luke thought, feeling a bit irritated.
Of course it wasn’t Maureen’s fault, she just seemed to be the chatty kind of person.
No, it was his bladder that made him feel so agitated.
‘Bloody hell, I should just ask for the toilet. I’m not gonna make it if I sit here for much longer.’
His urgent need was increasing by the minute, he imagined that he felt his bladder getting fuller and heavier every second.
Of course that was nonsense but he couldn’t think straight.
“I’m sorry but I have to return to my work. Just stay here, it won’t be long I guess”, Maureen said.
Luke forced another polite smile and exhaled explosively with relief when she finally left the room and shut the door.
At the same time it occurred to him that he’d missed his only chance to ask for the toilet.
He groaned and leaned forward on his chair, clasping his fingers around his penis.
All the while he was keeping a watchful eye on the door.
Nothing would be more embarrassing than Maureen oder Irene entering, seeing a young policeman grabbing his crotch.
Well, actually there was one more scenario he could think of that was ten times more embarrassing but, no.
He wasn’t going to think about that, he told himself.
No way he would be sitting here wetting himself, that would just be ridiculous.
He was a grown up man after all, a police officer on top of that.
He wouldn’t disgrace himself in such a humiliating way, he wouldn’t.
While he was thinking that, he felt his strained bladder muscles burn with tiredness and the next second a strong spurt of pee gushed out of him.
Luke pinched his dick, mortified by what had just happened to him.
‘Okay, losing one spurt isn’t too bad. It’s not like I’ve never leaked pee before in my whole life when I was really desperate to have a piss’, he thought.
But at the same time he knew that this situation would soon become a tough one.
What did actually keep him from getting up, walking out of the room and searching for the toilet?
Nothing, he figured.
Except… Irene.
He was sure she was bound to return any second now, Maureen had definitely told him that one time too often, and what would she think if he was gone?
How embarrassing would it be to answer: “I just went to the toilet”, when she would ask where he’d been.
No, he couldn’t do that.
‘Damn! I should’ve asked when I first came here. Either that woman at the reception or Maureen. I should’ve said it, shit I really have to piss!’
Luke wondered when he would finally be straightforward enough to stand up for his needs.
He could tell his colleagues and superiors that he needed to use the toilet but he would only do so if he was already seriously bursting.
Luke had always been rather shy and clumsy and he felt like asking for the toilet made him seem even more clumsy.
It just made him feel awkward and childish.
“Oh Gosh, I’m so stupid”, Luke muttered and massaged his cock with both hands through his trousers pockets.
Once he doubled over when a wave of acute urgency hit him - a mistake.
The movements caused external pressure applied to his bladder and he could feel a gushing jet escape.
“Shit, shit, shit”, he whispered, desperate beyond expression.
He could only imagine in which state his dark green boxers were right now.
Since they were clinging uncomfortably damp to his dick, he supposed they already had a visible wet patch at the front.
Sudden anguish tucked at his insides and he risked a glance downwards.
Luke exhaled noisily with relief when he saw that his dark blue police trousers showed no sign of what was happening to him.
Maybe it wouldn’t even matter if he kept leaking a bit of pee, the darkness wouldn’t let the wetness show.
But at the same time he tried to believe this, he also knew how silly these thoughts were.
He couldn’t just keep sitting here, hoping for the best.
He needed to pee. Now.
Luke knew, if he was bound to sit here for much longer, it would all be too late.
And then, his thick, dark trousers wouldn’t be any help either.
If he was going to pee full force sitting here they wouldn’t absorb all of it and they would definitely not conceal an accident.
Luke wiped his forehead with his sleeve, he was sweating even more now.
‘I’ll just do it. I’ll go to the toilet, I don’t care if Irene arrives while I’m absent’, he decided and quickly got up before he could change his mind again.
But the sudden movement caused another long leak and he had to cross his legs and grab his crotch to avoid an accident.
Luke cast a glance at his wrist watch; he’d been inside this room for half an hour already and he was absolutely bursting to use the toilet at this point.
Just when he made his way to the door, it opened and a woman, older than Maureen, entered.
“Good morning, I’m Irene Kennedy, the manager”, she said and extended her hand.
Luke watched this gesture in horror, his palms had gone sweaty as well.
He couldn’t possibly rub his right hand down his trousers in order to dry it, that would just look awkward like he’d been nervously waiting to meet her.
So he gave in to his destiny and shook her hand with gritted teeth before replying: “Good morning. Police Constable Luke Taylor.”
“Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable”, Irene said and gestured towards the table.
‘Comfortable?’, Luke thought. ‘Did she really say comfortable??’
He could think of anything that would be more uncomfortable than having to sit down again with his full to the brim bursting bladder.
“I apologise for keeping you waiting for so long”, Irene said after she’d sat down.
Luke was standing next to the chair where he’d sat before, jiggling his legs a bit.
Now he smiled, trying hard to look professional and composed at the same time.
Not an easy task with his bladder begging him for mercy so vehemently.
“That’s alright, no need to apologise. I understand it was an urgent meeting”, he answered.
“Yes, it was. Now, shall we concentrate in the reason why you’re here?”
Irene seemed completely oblivious of Luke’s inner struggles but that was understandable, he tried everything not to show too openly what was the matter with him.
Still he hadn’t managed to take a seat again, he was too afraid that the movements would cause his sphincter to give way under the pressure.
How was he going to sit through Irene’s explanations?
He pressed his legs together, trying to do it subtly and discreet.
But just then, a forceful spurt of urine pushed its way through his urethra and horrified, Luke felt how his green boxers went from damp to wet at the front.
This time he didn’t dare to look if his trousers had also become saturated with piss.
He decided he couldn’t take it anymore, screw the professionalism.
“Yes, of course. But could I just quickly use the toilet before we begin, please?”, Luke asked, feeling his face flush crimson.
He didn’t care. He just wanted to finally pee.
Irene seemed untouched by his sudden, obviously urgent request.
“Oh, sure. When you leave the room, turn left and follow the corridor for a bit, then you’ll find it”, she said.
“Thanks!”
Luke made a fast but still outwardly composed exit although he wanted to literally dash to the gents.
After a couple of moments, he had reached the gents, grabbed the door handle and - nothing.
The door wouldn’t open.
Anxiously, Luke tried it a second time, pulling and pushing but the door wouldn’t move in any direction.
Very slowly, one thought crept into Luke’s mind: The toilet was locked.
But how was that possible?
A quick glance around showed him that no one was around so he quickly tried the ladies’.
The door opened but he hastily closed it again, he wouldn’t intrude their toilet, he couldn’t.
Under normal circumstances that would have been weird but doing so in uniform could have severe consequences, he reckoned.
Defeated and miserable, Luke tried to open the door to the gents once again but of course it was no use.
His bladder was aching badly and he just wanted to release the torrent that was sloshing around inside of it.
Did he dare?
Did he dare to go back and tell Irene the toilet was locked?
Or would he just sit down and pray he would be able to hold it?
No way, he decided.
He was too close to wetting himself already, he couldn't wait.
With fast strides, Luke returned to the meeting room.
Irene looked up when he entered.
“Ah, there you are. Then let’s begin”, she said.
For a moment, Luke thought about just sitting down and get on with it but he simply couldn’t.
“Actually, the gents is locked”, he informed her.
“Oh. Right, I should have considered that. We have no male colleagues here at the moment so the gents is mostly locked. Only our caretaker, Norman, uses it and he’s the only one who has the keys”, she said.
“And where is he?”, Luke asked frantically, now stepping from foot to foot without caring if she saw or not.
“He doesn’t always come in at the same time. There’s not always that much work to do. Well, he has been here this morning already but I believe he went home after an hour or so.”
She said all this in a casual tone as if it wasn’t that important.
Well, for her it certainly wasn’t but Luke felt like his heart had skipped a beat when she’d finished her last sentence.
Noman wasn’t here?
He was the only one who had the keys?
Luke pulled himself together, he needed to say something.
“I’m sorry but is there any chance you could find out if he’s still here?”, he asked. “I really need to go to the toilet.”
“Of course, let me just quickly phone him”, Irene said and took her mobile phone out of her trouser pocket.
While she was talking on the phone, Luke restlessly passed the room, feeling trapped inside.
The urgency came in torturing waves, every single one made him almost bend down at his knees.
When he was walking with his back towards Irene, he risked slipping a hand into his trouser pocket to squeeze himself.
When he came to a halt, he bobbed on the spot like mad.
There was no second where he could keep still, that would have been fatal.
Finally, Irene finished her call.
“I’m sorry, Constable, but Norman is at home. I asked him to come as fast as possible but he says there’s a bit of traffic on the way. He thinks it’ll be about twenty minutes until he arrives”, she said.
Luke’s stomach twisted, the urge pulsed through his bladder.
“No way”, he gasped. “Twenty minutes? No way. I’m not gonna be able to hold it that long. I was already bursting when I arrived here. No way I can hold it for another twenty minutes…”
Irene watched him wriggle on the spot with a sympathetic look.
“I understand. Maybe just sit down and try to keep calm. It will feel much worse when you panic. Just try to relax”, she said.
“Relax? Damn, I’m bursting to go to the toilet!”, Luke said, fiercer than he had intended.
He instantly regretted getting so irritated, it wasn’t her fault after all and he couldn’t let himself be carried away by emotions.
“Sorry”, he quickly added, almost sheepishly.
She waved it off. “No problem. I know urgent situations like this. I definitely know how it feels. Just agonising. Sit down, Constable”, she advised again.
Carefully, Luke slipped onto the chair, leaning back to put as little pressure on his tortured bladder as possible.
“While we’re waiting for Norman to arrive, shall we talk about why we called the police?”, Irene enquired.
Everything inside Luke screamed to say no but how could he?
He hadn’t been sent to the company to use their toilet but to help out with a problem and that was exactly what he would do.
So he just nodded and Irene started talking.
She explained that a bunch of young men kept coming every few days, intruding the company, annoying the receptionist and refusing to leave.
“I really don’t know who they are. None of us know any of them so it’s nothing personal. I don’t know why they chose our company. They just seem to enjoy being a nuisance to others”, Irene said.
Luke had started to make some notes but in the middle of her explanation, he’d just stopped,
He was incapable of processing her words and writing them down as useful information.
He just couldn’t concentrate.
“So we finally decided to call the police in order to…”
Irene just kept talking, oblivious to Luke’s fight for control.
During her last sentences, a series of strong spurts escaped his bladder and Luke’s hand instinctively shot to his crotch where he firmly grabbed himself despite sitting opposite of Irene.
Despite the effort pee kept trickling out and Luke needed to clench his sphincter real tight to manage to stop himself from leaking.
But just a moment later another spurt jetted out of him, Luke could feel the wetness through his police trousers.
With a half suppressed curse he jumped up from his chair very abruptly.
“Sorry, I can’t…!”, he gasped, not even bothering to finish the sentence.
He couldn’t think of anything useful to say anyway.
Luke dashed out of the room towards the gents, not even caring if anyone saw him and noticed his obvious distress.
He tried to push the door to the gents open with force but it was still locked, of course.
“No, no, no. I can’t hold it. I’ll wet myself. Oh bloody hell, I’ll wet myself if Norman doesn’t arrive soon”, he mumbled, unable not to voice his desperation.
He could feel more dribbles of urine running inside his boxers and he could feel that his whole crotch area was already wet.
A glance downwards showed him what he already knew: A wet patch the size of a table tennis ball had appeared on his uniform trousers.
Could there be anything more embarrassing for a police officer?
Irene’s POV:
When Irene rounded the corner in the corridor, she caught sight of Luke Taylor.
The young police constable stood bent over, hands buried deep in the pocket of his uniform trousers, squeezing firmly.
He hadn’t exaggerated, from his look he really needed to go.
But Norman hadn’t arrived yet, there was nothing she could do for him.
Irene stepped next to him, hesitated and then gingerly placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Constable? Come, I think it would be best if we’d head back into the office”, she said.
“I can’t… can’t move…”, he whispered chopped.
“Yes, you can. Don’t panic, you’ll be fine. Norman will be here any minute now. Just come back into the office.”
Irene watched him from the side when they slowly walked back to the office.
It was obvious that he could hardly move, in fact, he almost hobbled forward, shuffling one foot in front of the other.
Irene felt great sympathy for him but at the same time she wondered why he was so desperate for the toilet.
How long had he been holding it in for to be bursting like that now?
She didn’t give a second thought over such things normally but she asked herself if maybe he’d been sent here right after he’d completed another task so he didn’t have time to use the toilet.
But if he needed to go so bad - he did, everyone would be able to see that at first glance - why hadn’t he asked to use the toilet when he came here?
From what Maureen had quickly told her in the corridor, PC Taylor had arrived about half an hour ago.
That meant he couldn’t have used the toilet because at the time of his arrival he’d already left the company.
But of course Luke didn’t know that, he could have asked to use the toilet.
Or had he asked and found the gents locked?
Maybe he hadn’t dared to tell Maureen for some reason and sat down again, desperate as he was without saying a single word about his predicament?
But that wouldn’t explain why he’d come back and told her, Irene, that the gents was locked.
No, he couldn’t have tried to go in there before.
Her head spinning with thoughts and speculations, Irene sat down again gesturing at PC Taylor to do the same.
But he shook his head violently.
“If I sit down, I’m done for it”, he mumbled, his voice hoarse and hardly audible.
Irene watched him more closely and saw that he was sweating, of course he was, poor bloke.
He rubbed his hands up and down his thighs restlessly, stepping from foot to foot, crossing his legs every few seconds.
Suddenly, he bent forward, both hands pinching his crotch.
Irene couldn’t really tell her own feelings.
She wasn’t really shocked by that gesture, she was married for over ten years now and had seen her husband grabbing himself on occasion.
But she was embarrassed nevertheless because the young man in front of her was a police officer, a man in uniform, someone who represented pride and resilience, who radiated safety.
At the moment, Luke just radiated panic and utmost desperation.
She was also anxious.
It hadn’t really occurred to her before but what if that policeman couldn’t hold it anymore?
What if he would wet himself in his uniform, standing there?
Maybe distracting him would help.
“So, about the men intruding our company…”, Irene began but he quickly cut her off.
“I’m so sorry but I… I can’t… I’m not able to concentrate… How long until Norman arrives?”
PC Taylor had straightened up again, his face red, whether with embarrassment or the strain of holding his urine, Irene couldn’t tell.
“I don’t know, constable, I wish I could tell you”, she answered, feeling pity for him.
“Please, I just need to…”
He broke off, freezing.
He had been moving frantically but all of a sudden he stood still, his eyes widening.
He gasped and clutched his crotch, scrunching the fabric of uniform trousers.
“Constable?”, Irene asked, her tone alarmed.
She suspected what was about to happen but she couldn't let it, could she?
He couldn’t possibly pee himself inside the room, the floor was carpeted.
Luke’s breathing had become laboured and ragged, he was exhaling in chopped bits.
He stood hunched forward, his hand kneading his crotch like mad but otherwise he stood perfectly still.
“I… I think I’m doing it”, he mumbled, barely above a whisper.
“You’re not, constable. It’s alright, Norman will be here any minute. Just hold on a few moments”, Irene said, beseechingly.
“I’m going in my pants!”, he blurted out although his voice was hoarse and quiet.
Irene could sense his panic and felt sorry for him but at the same time, anguish welled up inside her.
What if he was right?
What if he was really doing it in his pants right now?
But then it should have been visible by now, shouldn’t it?
Although she felt a bit ashamed, she stared at his crotch and to her horror, she saw that a wet spot the size of a coin was appearing on the dark fabric.
‘No, it can’t end like this!’, she thought, now panicky as well.
‘A police constable cannot wet himself inside our company, it’s too humiliating. And the carpet… And what are his colleagues going to say?’
She didn’t know what to do.
Telling him to sit down would have no use.
Well, maybe then he would just wet the chair but there was a high chance of his urine spilling on the carpet nonetheless.
Telling him to make a dash for the gents was pointless as it was still locked.
And if he went there and wet himself inside the corridor…
Everyone who went past would be able to witness a police officer wetting himself on duty.
No, that was impossible.
But then he took the decision away from her by turning around and running out of the office, still hunched.
It looked awkward and his posture told her how close he was to really having an accident.
“Constable Taylor!”, Irene called but he didn’t stop.
She sighed.
It would have no use, he would stand in front of the locked toilet door, so close to relief but yet unable to get it.
It would be pure torture for him.
Luke’s POV:
Breathing heavily, he arrived at the gents and rattled at the door handle, pulling and pushing with one hand while keeping the other pressed into his crotch.
He was pinching his dick furiously, not able to contain himself otherwise.
He knew that other people were able to see him if they walked past him but he didn’t care.
“Come on, come on”, he muttered, not sure whether he was addressing the door or Norman with those words.
It didn’t really matter either.
He just needed to get in there, otherwise…
“I can’t…”, he mumbled although he knew that talking to himself was as pointless as trying to open the door.
He stopped from foot to foot frantically, bending forward and straightening up.
He told himself that it helped to ease the immense pressure but of course it didn’t.
Nothing did anymore, not even his dick pinching.
He just did it to reassure his bladder that it could hold on for a few moments longer.
‘It can’t be that long before Norman comes’, he thought.
At least he hoped so.
If the caretaker didn’t show up soon, very soon, everything would be too late.
And he knew well that he couldn't wet himself in uniform.
That was a sort of humiliation he wouldn’t be able to cope with.
It couldn’t end like that, what would Sergeant Blake say when he came to pick him up?
Luke imagined telling him: “I’m sorry, sarge, but I wet myself.”
He shuddered with the imagination as well as with a strong wave of urgency that shot through his lower abdomen.
No, he couldn’t let that happen, he couldn’t wet himself, he couldn’t…
“Bloody hell!”
The surprised exclamation startled Luke, he straightened up abruptly and a forceful spurt of urine escaped him; he could feel it trickle down his thigh, he could sense the trail of warm wetness it left behind.
A man somewhere in his forties stood in front of him.
“Are you Norman?”, Luke managed to ask, burying both hands in his crotch.
He didn’t care if the other man saw it.
“Yes. Irene called me and told me to come and unlock the gents for you”, he said.
“Yes, please.”
Luke wanted to shout at him to hurry up but he didn’t.
It wasn’t Norman’s fault after all.
Norman rummaged through his coat pockets, frowned and searched them again.
“Well, here’s the key for the ladies but I can’t find the one for the gents”, he said.
“What??”, Luke gasped.
He felt like he was trapped in his worst nightmare.
That couldn’t be, it just couldn’t.
How could it possibly be like that?
Luck really wasn’t on his side today.
“I’m sure I’ve left it in the cleaning equipment room, I’ll go and fetch it”, Norman said and vanished.
“No, no, no”, Luke gasped, crossing his legs and shuddering once more.
He couldn't manage it.
He couldn’t wait for Norman to search for the keys.
He knew he wouldn’t last out but he stubbornly clung to the thought that he could wait.
Of course he could, he wasn’t going to pee himself, that was just a ridiculous thought.
He was grown up, he wouldn’t wet himself.
Not when he was this close to relief; he couldn't give up now.
Luke felt several strong spurts forcing their way down his urethra and he desperately pinched his dick shut but to no avail.
His pants grew wetter and he felt that more and more small trickles ran down his inner thighs.
Irene appeared by his side, he didn’t hear her coming.
“You’re going to make it”, she said. “Norman will arrive any minute now.”
“He’s here. He… he lost the keys or something. Went… searching”, Luke managed to get out between strained breaths.
He felt like breathing was almost impossible, he was sure that he would start wetting himself full force if he inhaled too deeply because it seemed to press down on his bladder.
“It’ll just be a minute. You’re going to be just fine. Do your hear me, constable? You’re going to be able to hold it until Norman returns. He’ll find the keys and he’ll hurry, I’m sure of that. Just keep breathing and don’t panic”, Irene said but her calm voice couldn’t soothe Luke.
“I’m so gonna wet myself! Oh God, I’ve already started doing it!”, he blurted out, not caring if anyone apart from Irene could hear.
He didn’t even feel embarrassed in front of her anymore.
“You’ve held it for so long, I’m sure you can last out that one single minute that is left”, Irene said, trying to will him to keep control of his bladder.
“I can’t, it’s coming out. I can’t hold it back anymore…”
He didn’t have any strength left to say this loud, it came out as a strained whisper.
Luke shuddered one last time, his bladder spasmed hard and painfully.
He massaged his dick and pinched its tip shut so forcefully that it hurt but he hardly felt the pain, he was overridden by a surge of panic and helplessness as he sensed that the battle was lost.
“I’m doing it. I’m wetting myself, I’m going in my pants”, Luke mumbled.
He didn’t want to say that, he felt too embarrassed, like a little child, not like an adult.
But there was nothing he could do about it, these words with which he was admitting defeat just came out - like his urine.
“Just a minute longer…”
Irene sounded almost pleading, she clearly didn't want to watch Luke having to wet himself.
Just at that moment, Norman approached them, almost jogging.
“I've found the keys!”, he announced.
But Luke felt that it was too late.
Irene's POV:
Police Constable Luke Taylor stood there, his head bowed, his legs crossed.
His body stiffened up and he exhaled noisily, then suddenly he closed his eyes and his shoulders dropped.
Irene knew what was happening even before she saw the wet spot expanding on his trousers.
‘Heaven, he can't be wetting himself. Not now. Not now that Norman has finally arrived with the keys!’, she thought.
But of course she knew that it was too late, the constable had started urinating and there was no way he would be able to stop it again.
“Hurry!”, Irene shouted and Norman’s eyes grew wide as he saw the wet patch on Luke’s trousers. Although they were black, the shiny wetness was visible.
Norman ran to the door and fumbled with the key, failing to put it onto the lock because he was trying to do it too frantically.
Meanwhile, Irene could not stop watching Luke although she felt her face burning with the humiliation that actually wasn’t hers.
It was Luke who was wetting himself after all but she couldn’t help but feeling the intense embarrassment too.
He apparently tried to stop the flow by still pinching his penis through his police trousers but of course it was no use, his overworked bladder just couldn’t contain the flood any longer.
The shiny wetness began to streak the dark material of the trousers further down to his knees and then arrived at his ankles.
Irene could clearly see that pee kept cascading over his socks into his shoes because a good amount of it poured on the floor were it pooled around his shoes.
Luke’s face expression froze, his blue eyes were fixed on Irene’s and he didn’t make any effort to lower his gaze.
But she couldn’t turn her eyes away either.
It was a shock, seeing the sheer endless flood of pee gushing and spraying out of the young constable’s crotch.
It sent an odd chill down her spine; not a pleasant one, though.
She got no thrill from watching the policeman wetting himself.
It was rather a mix of sympathy, embarrassment and a bit of helplessness.
While Luke’s bladder was still emptying itself, getting rid of its contents in an almost clear stream that pattered down onto the floor, Irene came to the conclusion that she would need to do something.
In a few second’s time, Luke would finish his uncontrollable piss and then she would have to do something.
Irene wasn’t sure what, though.
What could she say anyway?
She couldn’t pretend that this hadn’t happened and just bring Luke back to the meeting room.
He would be able to enter the gents, Norman just managed to turn the key in the lock and opened the door.
But of course that was no use anymore now.
If Luke entered the gents now, what benefit would it have?
His pants and trousers were all wet and all attempts to clean himself up would prove quite futile.
On top of that, he had no dry clothes to change into and no one would be able to lent him something in this company.
The sound of liquid hitting the floor died down, only a few trickles were running down Luke’s legs now.
Norman stood at the door to the gents, half turned away from Irene and Luke, his face red with embarrassment.
Irene took a closer look at Luke and saw that his eyes appeared strangely shiny.
He was clearly on the verge of crying but it was apparent that he wouldn’t allow himself to do that; he clenched his hands to fists and digged his fingernails into his palms to distract himself from the stinging tears in his eyes.
“Constable…”, Irene began, completely clueless of what to say.
But she wanted to say something - anything - that would lessen the humiliation he’d just experienced.
“I’m so sorry”, Luke mumbled and stormed past her and Norman into the gents.
Irene wanted to call out after him but Norman raised his hand and silenced her this way.
“Leave him be for a moment. I guess he needs some space now. Best just go back to your work. I’ll make sure he’s alright in a few minutes. Well, as far as one can call his state ‘alright’, that is”, he said.
Irene nodded, immensely relieved that she wouldn’t be the one having to talk to Luke first.
“Good idea. Thank you, Norman.”
Luke’s POV:
Luke had headed straight for the first cubicle, locked the door behind him and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet.
Then he placed his elbows on his thighs, rested his face in the palms of his hands and allowed the tears to come.
He just gave way to his humiliation and cried.
After some seconds, he pressed a fist onto his mouth to muffle his breathless sobbing a bit.
Who knew if Irene and Norman still waited in front of the door and would be able to hear him.
First wetting himself, then crying - what a great image for a police officer!
He was too much gone in self-pity to notice the approaching footsteps.
A gentle knock on the cubicle door startled him so much that he flinched and immediately managed to seize crying.
“Hey, uhm… Constable Taylor? Are you in there?”
That gentle, slightly gruff voice belonged to Norman.
Luke didn’t trust his voice yet so his rather vague response was a quiet: “Mmh.”
Norman exhaled audibly.
“Well, I don’t quite know what to say”, he admitted.
“It’s fine. Just… leave me alone or something”, Luke replied, his voice a little shaky.
“You can’t stay in there forever”, Norman said, matter-of-factly.
Luke uttered a sound between a sigh and a groan, it was a pained noise.
No, of course he couldn’t stay in here forever, Sergeant Blake could turn up any minute now and then…
The thought of his superior made him feel sick and he swallowed hard to fight down the uncomfortable sensation.
“Maybe you want to clean yourself up a bit?”, Norman suggested.
Luke let out a short, humourless laugh.
“The damage is done. A few paper towels aren’t going to do any good”, he said bitterly.
“I might be able to help”, Norman said.
“How? By wiping my trousers?”
Another short laugh escaped Luke and this time it carried a trace of amusement, even if against his will.
Norman made a similar noise on the other side of the door.
“Of course not, constable. But I recently repaired some areas on the walls and ceiling - repainted them, I mean. I wore old jeans while doing that and left them in the cleaning equipment room in case I needed to paint some more soon. They’re worn out and all speckled with white paint but I assume they could fit you”, he explained.
Luke kept quiet at first, mulling this idea over.
Sitting there in his soaked pants and trousers was uncomfortable - the wetness had turned cold and the fabric stuck to his skin.
He couldn’t possibly face Sergeant Blake in pissed uniform trousers and the sergeant probably wouldn’t take him in the car because he would get the seat all wet.
So Norman’s jeans were the only option even if he might look stupid in them.
“Yes, that sounds good, thank you very much”, he finally said.
“Alright, I’m going to fetch them.”
While Norman was gone, Luke took his trousers and pants off.
It wasn’t the easiest task to get out of those wet, sticky clothes but eventually he managed and dried himself with some toilet paper.
But his boxers were beyond saving, they were just a soaked, dark green mess.
His uniform trousers were in a similar state and there was even less of a chance to get them dry because the material was quite thick.
Norman returned and handed him the jeans through the gap under the cubicle door.
“I’d better tell you that your sergeant is here”, he said.
Fear and humiliation sent an unpleasant shiver down Luke’s spine while he dressed himself.
“I don’t know what to say when I face him. I honestly don’t”, he muttered and then left the cubicle.
Norman looked at him sympathetically.
“Just tell him it was an unfortunate accident. Because that’s what it was. It wasn’t your fault and it certainly doesn’t mean that you cannot control yourself or anything”, he said kindly.
Luke gave him a weak smile that wasn’t quite genuine.
He glanced down at the trousers and boxers he held in his hands awkwardly.
“Can I get rid of my boxers somehow? This would be the worst; having to face Sergeant Blake with my sopping wet boxers in my hands…”
“Sure. Just toss them in the bin, I’ll take it out later, no problem”, Norman answered.
With a feeling of immense relief, Luke threw them in the rubbish bin where they landed with a little thud.
Taking a deep breath to brace himself, Luke pushed the door open to step outside.
Just a few metres away stood Sergeant Blake, obviously angry.
In front of him stood Irene who was trying to calm him down.
“What do you mean, he’s wet himself?!”, the sergeant yelled.
“Well, he needed to go to the toilet but the gents were locked, he had to wait for our caretaker to come and unlock them but he got caught in traffic and…”, she tried to explain.
“So you’re telling me that one of my constables just pissed himself because he couldn’t control his bladder?”, Blake snapped, not caring about being in uniform and losing his professional demeanour.
“There he is, you can ask him what happened if you don’t believe me”, Irene said, clearly cross with the sergeant shouting at her like that.
Sergeant Blake took a few steps forward until he stood in front of Luke and Norman.
His gaze fell on the young constable’s paint splattered jeans and he narrowed his eyebrows.
“What the hell did you do? Are you unable to contain yourself for two hours?”, he barked.
Luke swallowed, he felt new tears stinging in his eyes but he wouldn’t allow himself to cry in front of Blake.
“I needed to go to the toilet before I left, sir”, he said.
“And? Waiting for some time isn’t that difficult, is it?”, Blake returned.
“I’ve had two cups of coffee…”, Luke began but the sergeant waved that argument off energetically.
“Rubbish! Two cups of coffee! You should still be able to control yourself, you're young and healthy. Honestly, this is just ridiculous. Just look at your uniform trousers, all soaked! You’ve totally embarrassed the police. What will the people of this company think?”
“Well, I think needing to use the toilet urgently is totally normal. And that Constable Taylor was unable to wait was just unfortunate but nothing ridiculous or absolutely catastrophic”, Irene intervened.
A little unwillingly, Blake turned around to her.
“One of my colleagues offered him a cup of tea, you see. I assume it was out of politeness that he didn’t deny and even drank some of it. That only worsened the situation, of course. And our caretaker, Norman, got stuck in traffic, so…”
“Yes, you’ve said that before”, Blake interrupted her.
Irene glared at him, she clearly only kept herself from yelling because he was still a police officer.
“Look, sergeant. I know that you think that this accident damaged the image of the police. But we aren’t going to tell this to anyone. This incident will stay between the four of us. It won’t damage the police’s image at all. And in my opinion, telling your Constable off like that here and in front of other people isn’t going to help or do any good. I suggest that you take him back to the station and maybe send someone else tomorrow because I guess Constable Taylor hadn’t had the opportunity to solve the problem he’s been sent here for”, Norman spoke up.
To everyone’s surprise, his gentle and calm tone managed to soothe Blake.
The sergeant cleared his throat and glanced awkwardly from Norman to Irene.
“I’m afraid I forgot the correct behaviour of a civilised police officer. I didn’t mean to yell at you”, he said to Irene. “I do apologise.”
She still eyed him with some grudge but then nodded.
“It’s quite alright. I suppose a situation like this was new for you. Well, it was for all of us”, she said.
Blake cleared his throat again, unsure of what to say.
Finally he settled for: “A constable is going to come here tomorrow. I can just apologise again, I shouldn’t have let myself go like that. Have a nice day.”
The last sentence was said in a hurry, then he gestured to Luke to follow him and headed straight for the exit, obviously embarrassed about his demeanour and maybe also about what had happened to his constable.
When they sat in the car, Blake inhaled several times before he finally managed to say: “I’m sorry lad. I’ll have to apologise to you as well. I was being unfair. Of course it wasn’t your fault that the toilet was locked and you couldn’t hold it. I recall that you told me you needed the toilet but I sent you out without listening. Of course you must have been bursting upon arrival. It was all just very unfortunate. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, it was just the sheer embarrassment that caught me so off guard.”
“But why, sir? It wasn’t you who’s wet himself after all”, Luke remarked.
Blake stopped at a red light and faced Luke.
“No, it wasn’t me, that’s right. Not this time. I don’t know if you’re aware of this but I’ve only been transferred to our station about a year before you joined.”
Luke kept silent, not sure what that had to do with him wetting himself.
“At my old station, there was a very unfortunate day for me. I’m just telling you this to make you feel a bit better about your accident. But I swear, if you’ll ever breathe a word of this to anyone…”
It features characters and settings from the original, so I recommend reading that story first for full context:viewtopic.php?t=564
This prequel was written with Lee's permission and inspired by an idea he generously shared with me.
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Irene couldn’t help remembering the day when that young policeman came over to their company and asked if he could use the toilet and Norman had to search for the keys first.
She’d almost forgotten about that incident, it had occurred about a year ago but now the memories came back vividly, running inside her mind like a recorded film…
Luke’s POV:
23-year-old Luke Taylor had been a police constable for almost a year now.
He liked his work and never regretted becoming a police officer so far.
Of course work wasn’t always easy, in fact it could get quite demanding. But never could he have imagined what this Friday would bring.
He didn't know it was going to be one of the toughest days he’d ever had in his job.
It was about nine o’clock in the morning when Luke rose from his seat, placing his empty cup down on the table in front of him.
He’d used the morning break to eat a sandwich and drink two cups of coffee.
Since it was another hour until he would need to go out on patrol with a colleague, he didn’t worry about drinking that much coffee.
He knew that he would be fine, having a whole hour left to get the liquid through his system.
He’d downed his first cup of coffee about half an hour ago while he was completing some paper work, though, and he could feel some pressure on his bladder already.
For the following hour he planned to complete the rest of his paperwork but he would need a toilet break first, he decided.
Just when he had walked halfway through the office, the door opened and his superior, Sergeant Blake entered.
Blake was a man in his forties with already slightly greyish hair, glasses and a stern facial expression.
Blake could be stern and hard on new officers but in general he was quite fair.
“Good morning, sir”, Luke said respectfully.
“Morning, Taylor”, Blake grumbled.
He didn’t seem to be in a particularly good mood that day.
“I’ve just received a call from a nearby company. They keep getting intruded by a bunch of young blokes. I said I’ll send someone to have a look at what’s happening. You’ll go and see what’s that about”, Blake explained.
Luke nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Then get going.”
“I will, I just need to go to the toilet first”, Luke said and felt himself inwardly cringe while saying that.
Blake raised an eyebrow. “I told them you’ll come immediately. You’ve got no time to spare”, he said.
“I know, sir. I’ll hurry.”
“No, you’re not going to waste time having a toilet break. Just get on your way. I’ll pick you up in about two hours.”
“But, sir, I really have to go to the toilet first”, Luke tried to protest.
“Nonsense, when you’re out on patrol for several hours, there’s not always an opportunity to use the toilet. You managed this fine for a year now. I’m sure you’re going to manage it fine today as well. Besides, you can just ask to use their toilet but see how you can help them first. And now get on your way. I don’t want to repeat myself another time.”
Blake’s voice had almost turned into a growl and Luke knew it was better not to upset his superior.
So he hastily grabbed his jacket and left the office.
For a second he pondered if he could quickly nip to the loo, he really needed to, but then decided against it.
He knew Blake was going to know if there was any delay in carrying out his orders and it was never a good idea to provoke the sergeant.
“This is stupid”, he mumbled under his breath, while he walked toward the exit of the police station.
He felt his bladder pressing even more urgently now and couldn’t quite believe he was really going out on duty without having relieved himself first.
The company was only a fifteen minutes walk away but when Luke finally arrived there he felt as if his bladder was about to burst.
He would need to use the company’s toilet although he didn’t like the idea of asking right away but he knew he had no choice.
While entering the building and climbing up some stairs, he even hated himself for not just using the toilet back at the station.
What could Blake have done?
Nothing more than reprimanding him, nothing too serious.
He should just have stood his ground, making his urgent need clearer and then attending to it.
With a quiet sigh, Luke pushed the door in front of him open and found himself in the reception area of the company.
There were some pots with various plants, a blue carpeted floor, some chairs in a corner together with a water dispenser.
And a reception desk right in front of him that was unoccupied which would mean he had to wait for the receptionist to return.
Great, he thought while he nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot.
While waiting, Luke craned his neck, looking around for any sign of a toilet nearby but he couldn’t spot anything.
“Good morning, how can I help you?”
Luke flinched, he hadn’t noticed the young woman who had stepped behind the reception desk.
“Good morning. You called the police?”, he said.
The woman looked at him questioningly.
“I didn’t. Can I see your ID first of all?”
“Oh, yes, sorry.” He handed it to her and she studied it for a moment before returning it.
“Alright. But I definitely didn’t call the police. Let me ring the main office, maybe someone knows what this is all about.”
While she was busy speaking on the phone, Luke started to get a bit fidgety.
The pressure in his lower abdomen had increased and he felt that only movement could keep it at bay.
Of course he didn’t want to wriggle around too much, he didn’t want anyone to know how desperate he was.
But as soon as the woman would end her phone call, he would ask for the toilet, that was certain.
Eventually, the woman put the phone away.
“I’m sorry but our company didn’t call for the police, definitely not”, she informed him.
Puzzled, Luke lifted his right leg a bit from the ground before shuffling from foot to foot once again.
“But my sergeant sent me here. This is the right address, I’m sure”, he said.
Suddenly, the woman’s facial expression changed.
“Oh”, she said. “There’s another company in this building. Maybe you just entered the wrong door. You just have to go downstairs, there’s their entrance door.”
Luke nodded, almost unable to understand her explanation.
His bladder screamed for relief and he knew he only had one chance.
“Uh, sorry, any chance I could use your loo?”, he asked, not being able to stand still while voicing his request.
The woman smiled. “Well, technically you could of course. But I can imagine they’re already waiting for you downstairs. How about you go there and use their toilet? I’m sure they’ll let you”, she said.
“Right, thank you nevertheless”, Luke said and hastily left the company, bolting down the stairs.
Just when the woman had spoken her last sentence, he’d leaked some drops of urine, he was certain of that.
Heaven, he really needed to find a toilet now!
Luke almost bolted through the door into the right company, luckily their reception was occupied.
Luke introduced himself, showed his ID again and then added: “Sorry that I didn’t come here sooner. I entered the wrong company at first.”
The blond woman behind the reception desk smiled.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the first one who did that. I’ll call for someone to fetch you.”
Just then, his sphincter gave out for a second and Luke felt a warm dribble of pee escaping his bladder.
Horrified, he bent his knees a bit, bobbing slightly on the spot.
He wanted to give himself a squeeze but there was no way he would embarrass himself like that while being in uniform.
“Maureen will come in a second”, the woman informed him.
Luke didn’t know who Maureen was and he didn’t care to know at the moment.
“Sorry, could I use…”, he began but was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
The woman took the call, although she cast Luke an apologetic glance because she couldn’t listen to what he wanted to say.
‘Oh, damn’, he thought. ‘I really need to go to the toilet now or I won’t be able to make it.’
Just then, another woman with short black hair came towards him.
“Good morning, I’m Maureen Jennings”, she said.
“Police Constable Luke Taylor”, Luke answered, feeling how moist the skin under his armpits was.
The urgency of his predicament made his body react in a way only heat or stress could cause under normal circumstances.
“Irene, she’s our manager, called the police. But unfortunately, she’s in an urgent meeting at the moment. I’m sure she will be out soon, just come through to the main office, you can wait there.”
Actually, Luke had wanted to take another try in asking to use the toilet but now he just followed her through the corridor, wondering why he didn’t just ask.
He looked around to see if they were passing the toilets by any chance but couldn’t spot the desired door.
Maureen led him into a small, bright office with a conference table.
“That’s our small meeting room. We’ve got a bigger one, that’s the one where Irene has her meeting at the moment. Fancy a cup of coffee, constable?”
“Err…”
This question put Luke into a bit of a dilemma.
He didn’t want a cup of coffee, he already regretted the two he’d had earlier, more coffee was the last thing he needed at the moment.
But refusing it seemed impolite to him, she even made an effort to offer him a beverage, surely he couldn’t just say no?
Pulling himself together, he smiled politely and said: “Yes, please, that would be kind of you.”
“Alright, I’ll be back in a moment. Just have a seat anywhere. Irene will show up in a few minutes, surely.”
With that, Maureen left him alone and Luke quickly used the chance to sit down and press his legs shut.
He couldn’t sit still, though.
Instead, he kept shifting, rocking back and forth, sliding on the edge of the chair several times because somehow he thought it made it easier to hold back the vast amount of urine.
Maureen had said that this mysterious Irene would come in a few minutes.
So Luke figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to ask to go to the toilet now.
What if she came back when he was still absent?
‘That would seem too unprofessional’, he thought but the next thought that followed on the spot was: ‘But I can barely hold it, I certainly don’t want to wet myself sitting in here!’
Maureen came back and handed him a steaming cup of coffee.
Luke thanked her and took a sip of the hot liquid, all too aware of his full to the brim bladder demanding release and his rational thinking warning him of drinking something right now.
“I’m sure Irene will be here shortly”, Maureen said and smiled encouragingly.
‘How often is she going to repeat that?’, Luke thought, feeling a bit irritated.
Of course it wasn’t Maureen’s fault, she just seemed to be the chatty kind of person.
No, it was his bladder that made him feel so agitated.
‘Bloody hell, I should just ask for the toilet. I’m not gonna make it if I sit here for much longer.’
His urgent need was increasing by the minute, he imagined that he felt his bladder getting fuller and heavier every second.
Of course that was nonsense but he couldn’t think straight.
“I’m sorry but I have to return to my work. Just stay here, it won’t be long I guess”, Maureen said.
Luke forced another polite smile and exhaled explosively with relief when she finally left the room and shut the door.
At the same time it occurred to him that he’d missed his only chance to ask for the toilet.
He groaned and leaned forward on his chair, clasping his fingers around his penis.
All the while he was keeping a watchful eye on the door.
Nothing would be more embarrassing than Maureen oder Irene entering, seeing a young policeman grabbing his crotch.
Well, actually there was one more scenario he could think of that was ten times more embarrassing but, no.
He wasn’t going to think about that, he told himself.
No way he would be sitting here wetting himself, that would just be ridiculous.
He was a grown up man after all, a police officer on top of that.
He wouldn’t disgrace himself in such a humiliating way, he wouldn’t.
While he was thinking that, he felt his strained bladder muscles burn with tiredness and the next second a strong spurt of pee gushed out of him.
Luke pinched his dick, mortified by what had just happened to him.
‘Okay, losing one spurt isn’t too bad. It’s not like I’ve never leaked pee before in my whole life when I was really desperate to have a piss’, he thought.
But at the same time he knew that this situation would soon become a tough one.
What did actually keep him from getting up, walking out of the room and searching for the toilet?
Nothing, he figured.
Except… Irene.
He was sure she was bound to return any second now, Maureen had definitely told him that one time too often, and what would she think if he was gone?
How embarrassing would it be to answer: “I just went to the toilet”, when she would ask where he’d been.
No, he couldn’t do that.
‘Damn! I should’ve asked when I first came here. Either that woman at the reception or Maureen. I should’ve said it, shit I really have to piss!’
Luke wondered when he would finally be straightforward enough to stand up for his needs.
He could tell his colleagues and superiors that he needed to use the toilet but he would only do so if he was already seriously bursting.
Luke had always been rather shy and clumsy and he felt like asking for the toilet made him seem even more clumsy.
It just made him feel awkward and childish.
“Oh Gosh, I’m so stupid”, Luke muttered and massaged his cock with both hands through his trousers pockets.
Once he doubled over when a wave of acute urgency hit him - a mistake.
The movements caused external pressure applied to his bladder and he could feel a gushing jet escape.
“Shit, shit, shit”, he whispered, desperate beyond expression.
He could only imagine in which state his dark green boxers were right now.
Since they were clinging uncomfortably damp to his dick, he supposed they already had a visible wet patch at the front.
Sudden anguish tucked at his insides and he risked a glance downwards.
Luke exhaled noisily with relief when he saw that his dark blue police trousers showed no sign of what was happening to him.
Maybe it wouldn’t even matter if he kept leaking a bit of pee, the darkness wouldn’t let the wetness show.
But at the same time he tried to believe this, he also knew how silly these thoughts were.
He couldn’t just keep sitting here, hoping for the best.
He needed to pee. Now.
Luke knew, if he was bound to sit here for much longer, it would all be too late.
And then, his thick, dark trousers wouldn’t be any help either.
If he was going to pee full force sitting here they wouldn’t absorb all of it and they would definitely not conceal an accident.
Luke wiped his forehead with his sleeve, he was sweating even more now.
‘I’ll just do it. I’ll go to the toilet, I don’t care if Irene arrives while I’m absent’, he decided and quickly got up before he could change his mind again.
But the sudden movement caused another long leak and he had to cross his legs and grab his crotch to avoid an accident.
Luke cast a glance at his wrist watch; he’d been inside this room for half an hour already and he was absolutely bursting to use the toilet at this point.
Just when he made his way to the door, it opened and a woman, older than Maureen, entered.
“Good morning, I’m Irene Kennedy, the manager”, she said and extended her hand.
Luke watched this gesture in horror, his palms had gone sweaty as well.
He couldn’t possibly rub his right hand down his trousers in order to dry it, that would just look awkward like he’d been nervously waiting to meet her.
So he gave in to his destiny and shook her hand with gritted teeth before replying: “Good morning. Police Constable Luke Taylor.”
“Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable”, Irene said and gestured towards the table.
‘Comfortable?’, Luke thought. ‘Did she really say comfortable??’
He could think of anything that would be more uncomfortable than having to sit down again with his full to the brim bursting bladder.
“I apologise for keeping you waiting for so long”, Irene said after she’d sat down.
Luke was standing next to the chair where he’d sat before, jiggling his legs a bit.
Now he smiled, trying hard to look professional and composed at the same time.
Not an easy task with his bladder begging him for mercy so vehemently.
“That’s alright, no need to apologise. I understand it was an urgent meeting”, he answered.
“Yes, it was. Now, shall we concentrate in the reason why you’re here?”
Irene seemed completely oblivious of Luke’s inner struggles but that was understandable, he tried everything not to show too openly what was the matter with him.
Still he hadn’t managed to take a seat again, he was too afraid that the movements would cause his sphincter to give way under the pressure.
How was he going to sit through Irene’s explanations?
He pressed his legs together, trying to do it subtly and discreet.
But just then, a forceful spurt of urine pushed its way through his urethra and horrified, Luke felt how his green boxers went from damp to wet at the front.
This time he didn’t dare to look if his trousers had also become saturated with piss.
He decided he couldn’t take it anymore, screw the professionalism.
“Yes, of course. But could I just quickly use the toilet before we begin, please?”, Luke asked, feeling his face flush crimson.
He didn’t care. He just wanted to finally pee.
Irene seemed untouched by his sudden, obviously urgent request.
“Oh, sure. When you leave the room, turn left and follow the corridor for a bit, then you’ll find it”, she said.
“Thanks!”
Luke made a fast but still outwardly composed exit although he wanted to literally dash to the gents.
After a couple of moments, he had reached the gents, grabbed the door handle and - nothing.
The door wouldn’t open.
Anxiously, Luke tried it a second time, pulling and pushing but the door wouldn’t move in any direction.
Very slowly, one thought crept into Luke’s mind: The toilet was locked.
But how was that possible?
A quick glance around showed him that no one was around so he quickly tried the ladies’.
The door opened but he hastily closed it again, he wouldn’t intrude their toilet, he couldn’t.
Under normal circumstances that would have been weird but doing so in uniform could have severe consequences, he reckoned.
Defeated and miserable, Luke tried to open the door to the gents once again but of course it was no use.
His bladder was aching badly and he just wanted to release the torrent that was sloshing around inside of it.
Did he dare?
Did he dare to go back and tell Irene the toilet was locked?
Or would he just sit down and pray he would be able to hold it?
No way, he decided.
He was too close to wetting himself already, he couldn't wait.
With fast strides, Luke returned to the meeting room.
Irene looked up when he entered.
“Ah, there you are. Then let’s begin”, she said.
For a moment, Luke thought about just sitting down and get on with it but he simply couldn’t.
“Actually, the gents is locked”, he informed her.
“Oh. Right, I should have considered that. We have no male colleagues here at the moment so the gents is mostly locked. Only our caretaker, Norman, uses it and he’s the only one who has the keys”, she said.
“And where is he?”, Luke asked frantically, now stepping from foot to foot without caring if she saw or not.
“He doesn’t always come in at the same time. There’s not always that much work to do. Well, he has been here this morning already but I believe he went home after an hour or so.”
She said all this in a casual tone as if it wasn’t that important.
Well, for her it certainly wasn’t but Luke felt like his heart had skipped a beat when she’d finished her last sentence.
Noman wasn’t here?
He was the only one who had the keys?
Luke pulled himself together, he needed to say something.
“I’m sorry but is there any chance you could find out if he’s still here?”, he asked. “I really need to go to the toilet.”
“Of course, let me just quickly phone him”, Irene said and took her mobile phone out of her trouser pocket.
While she was talking on the phone, Luke restlessly passed the room, feeling trapped inside.
The urgency came in torturing waves, every single one made him almost bend down at his knees.
When he was walking with his back towards Irene, he risked slipping a hand into his trouser pocket to squeeze himself.
When he came to a halt, he bobbed on the spot like mad.
There was no second where he could keep still, that would have been fatal.
Finally, Irene finished her call.
“I’m sorry, Constable, but Norman is at home. I asked him to come as fast as possible but he says there’s a bit of traffic on the way. He thinks it’ll be about twenty minutes until he arrives”, she said.
Luke’s stomach twisted, the urge pulsed through his bladder.
“No way”, he gasped. “Twenty minutes? No way. I’m not gonna be able to hold it that long. I was already bursting when I arrived here. No way I can hold it for another twenty minutes…”
Irene watched him wriggle on the spot with a sympathetic look.
“I understand. Maybe just sit down and try to keep calm. It will feel much worse when you panic. Just try to relax”, she said.
“Relax? Damn, I’m bursting to go to the toilet!”, Luke said, fiercer than he had intended.
He instantly regretted getting so irritated, it wasn’t her fault after all and he couldn’t let himself be carried away by emotions.
“Sorry”, he quickly added, almost sheepishly.
She waved it off. “No problem. I know urgent situations like this. I definitely know how it feels. Just agonising. Sit down, Constable”, she advised again.
Carefully, Luke slipped onto the chair, leaning back to put as little pressure on his tortured bladder as possible.
“While we’re waiting for Norman to arrive, shall we talk about why we called the police?”, Irene enquired.
Everything inside Luke screamed to say no but how could he?
He hadn’t been sent to the company to use their toilet but to help out with a problem and that was exactly what he would do.
So he just nodded and Irene started talking.
She explained that a bunch of young men kept coming every few days, intruding the company, annoying the receptionist and refusing to leave.
“I really don’t know who they are. None of us know any of them so it’s nothing personal. I don’t know why they chose our company. They just seem to enjoy being a nuisance to others”, Irene said.
Luke had started to make some notes but in the middle of her explanation, he’d just stopped,
He was incapable of processing her words and writing them down as useful information.
He just couldn’t concentrate.
“So we finally decided to call the police in order to…”
Irene just kept talking, oblivious to Luke’s fight for control.
During her last sentences, a series of strong spurts escaped his bladder and Luke’s hand instinctively shot to his crotch where he firmly grabbed himself despite sitting opposite of Irene.
Despite the effort pee kept trickling out and Luke needed to clench his sphincter real tight to manage to stop himself from leaking.
But just a moment later another spurt jetted out of him, Luke could feel the wetness through his police trousers.
With a half suppressed curse he jumped up from his chair very abruptly.
“Sorry, I can’t…!”, he gasped, not even bothering to finish the sentence.
He couldn’t think of anything useful to say anyway.
Luke dashed out of the room towards the gents, not even caring if anyone saw him and noticed his obvious distress.
He tried to push the door to the gents open with force but it was still locked, of course.
“No, no, no. I can’t hold it. I’ll wet myself. Oh bloody hell, I’ll wet myself if Norman doesn’t arrive soon”, he mumbled, unable not to voice his desperation.
He could feel more dribbles of urine running inside his boxers and he could feel that his whole crotch area was already wet.
A glance downwards showed him what he already knew: A wet patch the size of a table tennis ball had appeared on his uniform trousers.
Could there be anything more embarrassing for a police officer?
Irene’s POV:
When Irene rounded the corner in the corridor, she caught sight of Luke Taylor.
The young police constable stood bent over, hands buried deep in the pocket of his uniform trousers, squeezing firmly.
He hadn’t exaggerated, from his look he really needed to go.
But Norman hadn’t arrived yet, there was nothing she could do for him.
Irene stepped next to him, hesitated and then gingerly placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Constable? Come, I think it would be best if we’d head back into the office”, she said.
“I can’t… can’t move…”, he whispered chopped.
“Yes, you can. Don’t panic, you’ll be fine. Norman will be here any minute now. Just come back into the office.”
Irene watched him from the side when they slowly walked back to the office.
It was obvious that he could hardly move, in fact, he almost hobbled forward, shuffling one foot in front of the other.
Irene felt great sympathy for him but at the same time she wondered why he was so desperate for the toilet.
How long had he been holding it in for to be bursting like that now?
She didn’t give a second thought over such things normally but she asked herself if maybe he’d been sent here right after he’d completed another task so he didn’t have time to use the toilet.
But if he needed to go so bad - he did, everyone would be able to see that at first glance - why hadn’t he asked to use the toilet when he came here?
From what Maureen had quickly told her in the corridor, PC Taylor had arrived about half an hour ago.
That meant he couldn’t have used the toilet because at the time of his arrival he’d already left the company.
But of course Luke didn’t know that, he could have asked to use the toilet.
Or had he asked and found the gents locked?
Maybe he hadn’t dared to tell Maureen for some reason and sat down again, desperate as he was without saying a single word about his predicament?
But that wouldn’t explain why he’d come back and told her, Irene, that the gents was locked.
No, he couldn’t have tried to go in there before.
Her head spinning with thoughts and speculations, Irene sat down again gesturing at PC Taylor to do the same.
But he shook his head violently.
“If I sit down, I’m done for it”, he mumbled, his voice hoarse and hardly audible.
Irene watched him more closely and saw that he was sweating, of course he was, poor bloke.
He rubbed his hands up and down his thighs restlessly, stepping from foot to foot, crossing his legs every few seconds.
Suddenly, he bent forward, both hands pinching his crotch.
Irene couldn’t really tell her own feelings.
She wasn’t really shocked by that gesture, she was married for over ten years now and had seen her husband grabbing himself on occasion.
But she was embarrassed nevertheless because the young man in front of her was a police officer, a man in uniform, someone who represented pride and resilience, who radiated safety.
At the moment, Luke just radiated panic and utmost desperation.
She was also anxious.
It hadn’t really occurred to her before but what if that policeman couldn’t hold it anymore?
What if he would wet himself in his uniform, standing there?
Maybe distracting him would help.
“So, about the men intruding our company…”, Irene began but he quickly cut her off.
“I’m so sorry but I… I can’t… I’m not able to concentrate… How long until Norman arrives?”
PC Taylor had straightened up again, his face red, whether with embarrassment or the strain of holding his urine, Irene couldn’t tell.
“I don’t know, constable, I wish I could tell you”, she answered, feeling pity for him.
“Please, I just need to…”
He broke off, freezing.
He had been moving frantically but all of a sudden he stood still, his eyes widening.
He gasped and clutched his crotch, scrunching the fabric of uniform trousers.
“Constable?”, Irene asked, her tone alarmed.
She suspected what was about to happen but she couldn't let it, could she?
He couldn’t possibly pee himself inside the room, the floor was carpeted.
Luke’s breathing had become laboured and ragged, he was exhaling in chopped bits.
He stood hunched forward, his hand kneading his crotch like mad but otherwise he stood perfectly still.
“I… I think I’m doing it”, he mumbled, barely above a whisper.
“You’re not, constable. It’s alright, Norman will be here any minute. Just hold on a few moments”, Irene said, beseechingly.
“I’m going in my pants!”, he blurted out although his voice was hoarse and quiet.
Irene could sense his panic and felt sorry for him but at the same time, anguish welled up inside her.
What if he was right?
What if he was really doing it in his pants right now?
But then it should have been visible by now, shouldn’t it?
Although she felt a bit ashamed, she stared at his crotch and to her horror, she saw that a wet spot the size of a coin was appearing on the dark fabric.
‘No, it can’t end like this!’, she thought, now panicky as well.
‘A police constable cannot wet himself inside our company, it’s too humiliating. And the carpet… And what are his colleagues going to say?’
She didn’t know what to do.
Telling him to sit down would have no use.
Well, maybe then he would just wet the chair but there was a high chance of his urine spilling on the carpet nonetheless.
Telling him to make a dash for the gents was pointless as it was still locked.
And if he went there and wet himself inside the corridor…
Everyone who went past would be able to witness a police officer wetting himself on duty.
No, that was impossible.
But then he took the decision away from her by turning around and running out of the office, still hunched.
It looked awkward and his posture told her how close he was to really having an accident.
“Constable Taylor!”, Irene called but he didn’t stop.
She sighed.
It would have no use, he would stand in front of the locked toilet door, so close to relief but yet unable to get it.
It would be pure torture for him.
Luke’s POV:
Breathing heavily, he arrived at the gents and rattled at the door handle, pulling and pushing with one hand while keeping the other pressed into his crotch.
He was pinching his dick furiously, not able to contain himself otherwise.
He knew that other people were able to see him if they walked past him but he didn’t care.
“Come on, come on”, he muttered, not sure whether he was addressing the door or Norman with those words.
It didn’t really matter either.
He just needed to get in there, otherwise…
“I can’t…”, he mumbled although he knew that talking to himself was as pointless as trying to open the door.
He stopped from foot to foot frantically, bending forward and straightening up.
He told himself that it helped to ease the immense pressure but of course it didn’t.
Nothing did anymore, not even his dick pinching.
He just did it to reassure his bladder that it could hold on for a few moments longer.
‘It can’t be that long before Norman comes’, he thought.
At least he hoped so.
If the caretaker didn’t show up soon, very soon, everything would be too late.
And he knew well that he couldn't wet himself in uniform.
That was a sort of humiliation he wouldn’t be able to cope with.
It couldn’t end like that, what would Sergeant Blake say when he came to pick him up?
Luke imagined telling him: “I’m sorry, sarge, but I wet myself.”
He shuddered with the imagination as well as with a strong wave of urgency that shot through his lower abdomen.
No, he couldn’t let that happen, he couldn’t wet himself, he couldn’t…
“Bloody hell!”
The surprised exclamation startled Luke, he straightened up abruptly and a forceful spurt of urine escaped him; he could feel it trickle down his thigh, he could sense the trail of warm wetness it left behind.
A man somewhere in his forties stood in front of him.
“Are you Norman?”, Luke managed to ask, burying both hands in his crotch.
He didn’t care if the other man saw it.
“Yes. Irene called me and told me to come and unlock the gents for you”, he said.
“Yes, please.”
Luke wanted to shout at him to hurry up but he didn’t.
It wasn’t Norman’s fault after all.
Norman rummaged through his coat pockets, frowned and searched them again.
“Well, here’s the key for the ladies but I can’t find the one for the gents”, he said.
“What??”, Luke gasped.
He felt like he was trapped in his worst nightmare.
That couldn’t be, it just couldn’t.
How could it possibly be like that?
Luck really wasn’t on his side today.
“I’m sure I’ve left it in the cleaning equipment room, I’ll go and fetch it”, Norman said and vanished.
“No, no, no”, Luke gasped, crossing his legs and shuddering once more.
He couldn't manage it.
He couldn’t wait for Norman to search for the keys.
He knew he wouldn’t last out but he stubbornly clung to the thought that he could wait.
Of course he could, he wasn’t going to pee himself, that was just a ridiculous thought.
He was grown up, he wouldn’t wet himself.
Not when he was this close to relief; he couldn't give up now.
Luke felt several strong spurts forcing their way down his urethra and he desperately pinched his dick shut but to no avail.
His pants grew wetter and he felt that more and more small trickles ran down his inner thighs.
Irene appeared by his side, he didn’t hear her coming.
“You’re going to make it”, she said. “Norman will arrive any minute now.”
“He’s here. He… he lost the keys or something. Went… searching”, Luke managed to get out between strained breaths.
He felt like breathing was almost impossible, he was sure that he would start wetting himself full force if he inhaled too deeply because it seemed to press down on his bladder.
“It’ll just be a minute. You’re going to be just fine. Do your hear me, constable? You’re going to be able to hold it until Norman returns. He’ll find the keys and he’ll hurry, I’m sure of that. Just keep breathing and don’t panic”, Irene said but her calm voice couldn’t soothe Luke.
“I’m so gonna wet myself! Oh God, I’ve already started doing it!”, he blurted out, not caring if anyone apart from Irene could hear.
He didn’t even feel embarrassed in front of her anymore.
“You’ve held it for so long, I’m sure you can last out that one single minute that is left”, Irene said, trying to will him to keep control of his bladder.
“I can’t, it’s coming out. I can’t hold it back anymore…”
He didn’t have any strength left to say this loud, it came out as a strained whisper.
Luke shuddered one last time, his bladder spasmed hard and painfully.
He massaged his dick and pinched its tip shut so forcefully that it hurt but he hardly felt the pain, he was overridden by a surge of panic and helplessness as he sensed that the battle was lost.
“I’m doing it. I’m wetting myself, I’m going in my pants”, Luke mumbled.
He didn’t want to say that, he felt too embarrassed, like a little child, not like an adult.
But there was nothing he could do about it, these words with which he was admitting defeat just came out - like his urine.
“Just a minute longer…”
Irene sounded almost pleading, she clearly didn't want to watch Luke having to wet himself.
Just at that moment, Norman approached them, almost jogging.
“I've found the keys!”, he announced.
But Luke felt that it was too late.
Irene's POV:
Police Constable Luke Taylor stood there, his head bowed, his legs crossed.
His body stiffened up and he exhaled noisily, then suddenly he closed his eyes and his shoulders dropped.
Irene knew what was happening even before she saw the wet spot expanding on his trousers.
‘Heaven, he can't be wetting himself. Not now. Not now that Norman has finally arrived with the keys!’, she thought.
But of course she knew that it was too late, the constable had started urinating and there was no way he would be able to stop it again.
“Hurry!”, Irene shouted and Norman’s eyes grew wide as he saw the wet patch on Luke’s trousers. Although they were black, the shiny wetness was visible.
Norman ran to the door and fumbled with the key, failing to put it onto the lock because he was trying to do it too frantically.
Meanwhile, Irene could not stop watching Luke although she felt her face burning with the humiliation that actually wasn’t hers.
It was Luke who was wetting himself after all but she couldn’t help but feeling the intense embarrassment too.
He apparently tried to stop the flow by still pinching his penis through his police trousers but of course it was no use, his overworked bladder just couldn’t contain the flood any longer.
The shiny wetness began to streak the dark material of the trousers further down to his knees and then arrived at his ankles.
Irene could clearly see that pee kept cascading over his socks into his shoes because a good amount of it poured on the floor were it pooled around his shoes.
Luke’s face expression froze, his blue eyes were fixed on Irene’s and he didn’t make any effort to lower his gaze.
But she couldn’t turn her eyes away either.
It was a shock, seeing the sheer endless flood of pee gushing and spraying out of the young constable’s crotch.
It sent an odd chill down her spine; not a pleasant one, though.
She got no thrill from watching the policeman wetting himself.
It was rather a mix of sympathy, embarrassment and a bit of helplessness.
While Luke’s bladder was still emptying itself, getting rid of its contents in an almost clear stream that pattered down onto the floor, Irene came to the conclusion that she would need to do something.
In a few second’s time, Luke would finish his uncontrollable piss and then she would have to do something.
Irene wasn’t sure what, though.
What could she say anyway?
She couldn’t pretend that this hadn’t happened and just bring Luke back to the meeting room.
He would be able to enter the gents, Norman just managed to turn the key in the lock and opened the door.
But of course that was no use anymore now.
If Luke entered the gents now, what benefit would it have?
His pants and trousers were all wet and all attempts to clean himself up would prove quite futile.
On top of that, he had no dry clothes to change into and no one would be able to lent him something in this company.
The sound of liquid hitting the floor died down, only a few trickles were running down Luke’s legs now.
Norman stood at the door to the gents, half turned away from Irene and Luke, his face red with embarrassment.
Irene took a closer look at Luke and saw that his eyes appeared strangely shiny.
He was clearly on the verge of crying but it was apparent that he wouldn’t allow himself to do that; he clenched his hands to fists and digged his fingernails into his palms to distract himself from the stinging tears in his eyes.
“Constable…”, Irene began, completely clueless of what to say.
But she wanted to say something - anything - that would lessen the humiliation he’d just experienced.
“I’m so sorry”, Luke mumbled and stormed past her and Norman into the gents.
Irene wanted to call out after him but Norman raised his hand and silenced her this way.
“Leave him be for a moment. I guess he needs some space now. Best just go back to your work. I’ll make sure he’s alright in a few minutes. Well, as far as one can call his state ‘alright’, that is”, he said.
Irene nodded, immensely relieved that she wouldn’t be the one having to talk to Luke first.
“Good idea. Thank you, Norman.”
Luke’s POV:
Luke had headed straight for the first cubicle, locked the door behind him and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet.
Then he placed his elbows on his thighs, rested his face in the palms of his hands and allowed the tears to come.
He just gave way to his humiliation and cried.
After some seconds, he pressed a fist onto his mouth to muffle his breathless sobbing a bit.
Who knew if Irene and Norman still waited in front of the door and would be able to hear him.
First wetting himself, then crying - what a great image for a police officer!
He was too much gone in self-pity to notice the approaching footsteps.
A gentle knock on the cubicle door startled him so much that he flinched and immediately managed to seize crying.
“Hey, uhm… Constable Taylor? Are you in there?”
That gentle, slightly gruff voice belonged to Norman.
Luke didn’t trust his voice yet so his rather vague response was a quiet: “Mmh.”
Norman exhaled audibly.
“Well, I don’t quite know what to say”, he admitted.
“It’s fine. Just… leave me alone or something”, Luke replied, his voice a little shaky.
“You can’t stay in there forever”, Norman said, matter-of-factly.
Luke uttered a sound between a sigh and a groan, it was a pained noise.
No, of course he couldn’t stay in here forever, Sergeant Blake could turn up any minute now and then…
The thought of his superior made him feel sick and he swallowed hard to fight down the uncomfortable sensation.
“Maybe you want to clean yourself up a bit?”, Norman suggested.
Luke let out a short, humourless laugh.
“The damage is done. A few paper towels aren’t going to do any good”, he said bitterly.
“I might be able to help”, Norman said.
“How? By wiping my trousers?”
Another short laugh escaped Luke and this time it carried a trace of amusement, even if against his will.
Norman made a similar noise on the other side of the door.
“Of course not, constable. But I recently repaired some areas on the walls and ceiling - repainted them, I mean. I wore old jeans while doing that and left them in the cleaning equipment room in case I needed to paint some more soon. They’re worn out and all speckled with white paint but I assume they could fit you”, he explained.
Luke kept quiet at first, mulling this idea over.
Sitting there in his soaked pants and trousers was uncomfortable - the wetness had turned cold and the fabric stuck to his skin.
He couldn’t possibly face Sergeant Blake in pissed uniform trousers and the sergeant probably wouldn’t take him in the car because he would get the seat all wet.
So Norman’s jeans were the only option even if he might look stupid in them.
“Yes, that sounds good, thank you very much”, he finally said.
“Alright, I’m going to fetch them.”
While Norman was gone, Luke took his trousers and pants off.
It wasn’t the easiest task to get out of those wet, sticky clothes but eventually he managed and dried himself with some toilet paper.
But his boxers were beyond saving, they were just a soaked, dark green mess.
His uniform trousers were in a similar state and there was even less of a chance to get them dry because the material was quite thick.
Norman returned and handed him the jeans through the gap under the cubicle door.
“I’d better tell you that your sergeant is here”, he said.
Fear and humiliation sent an unpleasant shiver down Luke’s spine while he dressed himself.
“I don’t know what to say when I face him. I honestly don’t”, he muttered and then left the cubicle.
Norman looked at him sympathetically.
“Just tell him it was an unfortunate accident. Because that’s what it was. It wasn’t your fault and it certainly doesn’t mean that you cannot control yourself or anything”, he said kindly.
Luke gave him a weak smile that wasn’t quite genuine.
He glanced down at the trousers and boxers he held in his hands awkwardly.
“Can I get rid of my boxers somehow? This would be the worst; having to face Sergeant Blake with my sopping wet boxers in my hands…”
“Sure. Just toss them in the bin, I’ll take it out later, no problem”, Norman answered.
With a feeling of immense relief, Luke threw them in the rubbish bin where they landed with a little thud.
Taking a deep breath to brace himself, Luke pushed the door open to step outside.
Just a few metres away stood Sergeant Blake, obviously angry.
In front of him stood Irene who was trying to calm him down.
“What do you mean, he’s wet himself?!”, the sergeant yelled.
“Well, he needed to go to the toilet but the gents were locked, he had to wait for our caretaker to come and unlock them but he got caught in traffic and…”, she tried to explain.
“So you’re telling me that one of my constables just pissed himself because he couldn’t control his bladder?”, Blake snapped, not caring about being in uniform and losing his professional demeanour.
“There he is, you can ask him what happened if you don’t believe me”, Irene said, clearly cross with the sergeant shouting at her like that.
Sergeant Blake took a few steps forward until he stood in front of Luke and Norman.
His gaze fell on the young constable’s paint splattered jeans and he narrowed his eyebrows.
“What the hell did you do? Are you unable to contain yourself for two hours?”, he barked.
Luke swallowed, he felt new tears stinging in his eyes but he wouldn’t allow himself to cry in front of Blake.
“I needed to go to the toilet before I left, sir”, he said.
“And? Waiting for some time isn’t that difficult, is it?”, Blake returned.
“I’ve had two cups of coffee…”, Luke began but the sergeant waved that argument off energetically.
“Rubbish! Two cups of coffee! You should still be able to control yourself, you're young and healthy. Honestly, this is just ridiculous. Just look at your uniform trousers, all soaked! You’ve totally embarrassed the police. What will the people of this company think?”
“Well, I think needing to use the toilet urgently is totally normal. And that Constable Taylor was unable to wait was just unfortunate but nothing ridiculous or absolutely catastrophic”, Irene intervened.
A little unwillingly, Blake turned around to her.
“One of my colleagues offered him a cup of tea, you see. I assume it was out of politeness that he didn’t deny and even drank some of it. That only worsened the situation, of course. And our caretaker, Norman, got stuck in traffic, so…”
“Yes, you’ve said that before”, Blake interrupted her.
Irene glared at him, she clearly only kept herself from yelling because he was still a police officer.
“Look, sergeant. I know that you think that this accident damaged the image of the police. But we aren’t going to tell this to anyone. This incident will stay between the four of us. It won’t damage the police’s image at all. And in my opinion, telling your Constable off like that here and in front of other people isn’t going to help or do any good. I suggest that you take him back to the station and maybe send someone else tomorrow because I guess Constable Taylor hadn’t had the opportunity to solve the problem he’s been sent here for”, Norman spoke up.
To everyone’s surprise, his gentle and calm tone managed to soothe Blake.
The sergeant cleared his throat and glanced awkwardly from Norman to Irene.
“I’m afraid I forgot the correct behaviour of a civilised police officer. I didn’t mean to yell at you”, he said to Irene. “I do apologise.”
She still eyed him with some grudge but then nodded.
“It’s quite alright. I suppose a situation like this was new for you. Well, it was for all of us”, she said.
Blake cleared his throat again, unsure of what to say.
Finally he settled for: “A constable is going to come here tomorrow. I can just apologise again, I shouldn’t have let myself go like that. Have a nice day.”
The last sentence was said in a hurry, then he gestured to Luke to follow him and headed straight for the exit, obviously embarrassed about his demeanour and maybe also about what had happened to his constable.
When they sat in the car, Blake inhaled several times before he finally managed to say: “I’m sorry lad. I’ll have to apologise to you as well. I was being unfair. Of course it wasn’t your fault that the toilet was locked and you couldn’t hold it. I recall that you told me you needed the toilet but I sent you out without listening. Of course you must have been bursting upon arrival. It was all just very unfortunate. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, it was just the sheer embarrassment that caught me so off guard.”
“But why, sir? It wasn’t you who’s wet himself after all”, Luke remarked.
Blake stopped at a red light and faced Luke.
“No, it wasn’t me, that’s right. Not this time. I don’t know if you’re aware of this but I’ve only been transferred to our station about a year before you joined.”
Luke kept silent, not sure what that had to do with him wetting himself.
“At my old station, there was a very unfortunate day for me. I’m just telling you this to make you feel a bit better about your accident. But I swear, if you’ll ever breathe a word of this to anyone…”